I Can Strengthen Everything

The cost wasn't small, however.

It took a full eight hundred Divine Essence to break through the final barrier.

And it consumed eight hundred thousand Enhancement Points.

Fang Xing couldn't help but feel the sting.

But regret was one thing; what had to be spent, had to be spent.

'Enhancement Points can be earned back!'

'Increasing my strength is what's truly fundamental.'

'Now that I've cultivated such a powerful Primordial Spirit, shouldn't I practice some Martial Dao Secret Techniques related to the Divine Soul?'

The thought flashed through Fang Xing's mind.

A Primordial Spirit was different from a Yin God.

With his Divine Soul being so powerful now, there was no reason he couldn't cultivate some of the Martial Dao's Divine Soul Secret Techniques.

For him, there were no taboos in Martial Dao Cultivation. To become a well-rounded "Hexagon Martial Artist," he had to make use of both his Primordial Spirit and his Flesh Body.

If he ever encountered any special Demons and Ghosts or Evil Techniques and Secret Methods in the future, it would at least allow him to remain undefeated.

He could treat it as a trump card!

The more hidden cards, the better!

'Alright, after I eat, I'll head to the Observatory and see what they have.'

His mind made up, Fang Xing rose to his feet. Now that he had formed his Primordial Spirit, he felt a light, floating sensation with every step.

This was a sign that his Divine Soul had become too powerful, surpassing his Flesh Body.

Fortunately, he had cultivated the Dragon's Roar Iron Cloth Shirt to Perfection, causing his Flesh Body to sublimate.

Otherwise, his Flesh Body might not have been able to withstand the immense Primordial Spirit Power from the Celestial Court.

The Flesh Body and the Divine Soul were inextricably linked!

If one's Flesh Body wasn't strong enough, achieving a Primordial Spirit might result in forced "Ascension."

Ascending with his current Martial Dao Cultivation would be no different from seeking death.

It was a good thing his Flesh Body was tough enough to suppress his Primordial Spirit.

Otherwise, breaking through to the Primordial Spirit might have meant "ascending on the spot"!

A weak Flesh Body housing a powerful Primordial Spirit was like a giant man trying to wear a child's clothes—uncomfortably tight!

...

After eating breakfast and washing up, Fang Xing left his residence.

Just as he stepped into the Observatory, a figure approached him.

"Lord Fang." The figure stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

Fang Xing looked at the middle-aged man, and the relevant information quickly surfaced in his mind.

'Yuan Tiangang's Steward.'

'Yang Hong!'

Although they hadn't interacted much, he still remembered him.

"Steward Yang," Fang Xing said, cupping his hands in greeting.

Steward Yang looked at him with a smile. "Lord Fang, what a coincidence. Lord Yuan has asked me to invite you over."

"The Commander wants to see me?" Fang Xing stared at Steward Yang, momentarily stunned.

Seeing Fang Xing's stunned expression, Steward Yang nodded slightly and smiled. "Lord Fang, Lord Yuan has requested your presence. Please, come with me."

Fang Xing snapped out of it. He was very surprised but didn't ask any further questions. He simply nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Steward Yang."

"Not at all, Lord Fang. This way, please!"

"Please, lead on."

Following Steward Yang, Fang Xing made his way toward the Commander's residence.

Soon, he arrived at the Commander's residence.

After entering the residence and arriving at the main hall, Steward Yang warmly poured him a cup of hot tea. Fang Xing quickly expressed his thanks, accepting the cup with both hands.

"Lord Fang, please wait a moment. Have a seat and drink some tea. I'll go inform Lord Yuan now."

"Thank you," Fang Xing nodded.

Steward Yang then left the hall.

Watching Yang Hong's retreating figure, Fang Xing couldn't help but wonder.

'I rarely get a chance to meet the Commander.'

'After all, as the supreme leader of an entire province, he's always busy with countless matters.'

'He's basically as elusive as a divine dragon—you might see the head, but never the tail. Even as a Vice Marshal, it's hard to get a meeting without a direct summons from Yuan Tiangang.'

'In all my time at the Cang Province Observatory, I've only seen him once. This will be the second time.'

'Could it be about a mission?'

Fang Xing sipped his hot tea, speculating internally.

'After all, Yuan Tiangang wouldn't summon me for no reason.'

'There has to be a reason.'

'Even if it is a mission, I'm supposed to accompany Hong Miaojin to Jade Capital City in two days. I'd probably have to travel to Jade Capital, return as quickly as possible, and then handle it.'

The thought flashed through Fang Xing's mind.

'Of course, if it's extremely urgent, I'll just have to report it to Hong Miaojin.'

'After all, I have to obey the highest command from the leader of the Cang Province Observatory.'

...

After a patient wait, Yuan Tiangang's figure came into view.

Fang Xing immediately rose, cupped his hands, and bowed. "Your subordinate pays his respects, my Lord."

Yuan Tiangang stepped into the hall and looked at Fang Xing with a broad smile. "Sit, sit. No need to be so tense."

Fang Xing sat down, and Yuan Tiangang took the main seat, his gaze landing on him.

'This kid... even if he hadn't manifested a Primordial Spirit, reaching the Peak of True Qi Realm this quickly still makes him a prodigy...'

Discerning Fang Xing's Cultivation with a single glance, Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but marvel internally. The smile on his face grew even warmer.

He was, of course, familiar with Fang Xing.

Especially since Fang Xing had not only completed his first mission after officially joining the Observatory, but had far exceeded expectations.

'Talent like this... the more I look at him, the more I like what I see!'

...

Seeing Yuan Tiangang remain silent, just staring at him with a beaming smile, Fang Xing felt his skin crawl a little.

No matter how he looked at it, that smile was deeply unsettling.

"Your Cultivation has improved quite nicely. The last time we met, I believe you were at the True Qi Realm Seventh Layer, correct?"

At last, Yuan Tiangang spoke.

Hearing this, Fang Xing nodded. "That is correct, my Lord."

"To advance to such a stage in just over two months... you're a talent worth nurturing." Yuan Tiangang's smile was radiant.

'What is he getting at?'

Hearing Yuan Tiangang's praise, Fang Xing felt a little baffled, but his expression remained neutral. "You praise me too highly, my Lord. Your subordinate is simply diligent in his Cultivation."

At these words, the smile on Yuan Tiangang's face grew even wider. "Diligence is one thing, but it also depends on talent and fortune. To improve so quickly... it's no wonder that young lady Miaojin holds you in such high regard."